Page 52 of Fault Line

“I’m sure. I asked you to come over again, didn’t I?”

A wide grin spreads across my face. “Yeah, you did. But it doesn’t hurt to ask twice.”

“Stop being so fucking considerate,” she says, grabbing my face and pulling me back in for another kiss.

I lose myself in the feel of her, letting my hands roam over her body, mapping out every inch of her soft skin. As we continue to kiss, touch, savor, that familiar hunger builds inside me, and I know that it won’t be long before I lose myself completely.

We break apart only long enough for her to lead me to the bedroom, and I admire the way her hips sway with each step.

These moments between us are fucking radiant, aren’t they? But even still, I can’t help but want more.

“Get undressed,” I order, and she complies without hesitation, shedding her clothes one by one until she’s standing there before me, completely bare.

Longing builds with each passing second, and I waste no time in stripping off my own clothes, wanting nothing more than to be inside of her. As I stand there, naked and unashamed, she looks up at me with those big, gorgeous eyes of hers and asks, “Do you have protection?”

I nod, fishing in my pocket to retrieve the condom I always keep on hand. “Of course,” I say, ripping open the package and rolling it onto my length. Without another word, I guide her down onto the bed and press against her.

“Tell me you want me, Karras. Beg for it.” The words come out low and rough, and she shivers under my touch.

Her eyes widen, and for a moment, she hesitates. But then she leans into me, lips brushing against mine as she whispers back, “I want you, Beck. I need you.”

A surge of pride courses through my body at her words. It’s been nearly a week since I last made her come, and my desire to have her again, to feel her squirming beneath me, is almost unbearable.

But then, as I lean in closer, a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminds me—she said she doesn’t want to cross the line into sex. Not with me, anyway. It’s something she proposed, something I’ve been trying to respect.

“What about your no-sex rule?” I ask, pulling back slightly to look at her.

She rolls her eyes, frustration clear on her face. “Fuck the rule. I need you. Now.”

My resolve starts to slip away at her words, but I need more confirmation than that. “Tell me you like me, and I’ll consider fucking you.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“You said you wouldn’t have sex with me because we don’t like each other. I already admitted that I adore you, so it’s your turn to own up.” I nudge her shoulder with my nose. “You like me, Karras. And you always fucking have.”

“Like you?” She nearly chokes. “You mean, as a person?”

“Sure, as a person.” I swipe my thumb over her nipple. “As a friend.”

“We’re not friends.”

“You’re right.” I let out a humorless chuckle. “I don’t often lick my friends’ pussies. So yeah, we’re a little fucking more than that now, aren’t we?”

“Beck.”

“Say it, Kaia,” I demand, voice ragged. “Or you’re gonna end up fucking yourself tonight.”

“Fine. Fuck.” She pinches her eyes closed, takes a deep breath, then, “Okay, I like you.”

My lip quirks. “And?”

“And I always fucking have,” she grumbles, yanking my head back down. “Now, stop using your mouth for talking, and let it do what it’s best at.”

“Always the romantic.”

I chuckle as I line myself up, a rush of adrenaline lighting me up from the inside out. This girl always knows exactly how to push my buttons, how to turn me on like no one else, and I’m not complaining.

I shift my weight, pressing her body harder against the mattress, her back arching as she moans against my mouth. Her skin is soft and warm under my fingertips, and I revel in the way her body moves. I can’t get enough of her, can’t imagine ever getting tired of this feeling.

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